[As if Saitou could've managed to get up and put it away with Souji draped all over him like a solid, heavy lump.
He doesn't answer that, only nods briefly and returns his attention to the screen of his watch; he's got a lot to say and not enough to say it with, and it's going to take his attention.
Souji can manage himself, Saitou's sure. He's an adult.
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He doesn't answer that, only nods briefly and returns his attention to the screen of his watch; he's got a lot to say and not enough to say it with, and it's going to take his attention.
Souji can manage himself, Saitou's sure. He's an adult.
He's got a good arm.]